Snogging Pox

Common Cold?

"COME ON, PEOPLE! HUSTLE! WE HAVE A DEADLINE!" roared the head healer at St. Mungo's potion lab where a massive amount of potions is currently being produced and prepared for shipment for the oncoming cold and flu season.

One brown haired medi-witch rolled her eyes as she started bottling a set of potions, "Slave driver." She grumbled.

Another young medi-witch with black hair set a box down next to her friend and smirked, "Yeah seriously. Hey! Did you see that hot Quidditch player come in?"

The first medi-witch stopped bottling leaving several vials open just waiting to be filled, "Oh I know! I so wanna search for his snitch!" The brunette fanned her flushed face as she started think dirty thoughts.

"Oh yes!" The raven licked her lips and leaned on the box of potions she had, which was labeled 'To Be Disposed'. She didn't see the cork of one potion come undone ...

"GET BACK TO WORK!" The head healer barked startling both witches resulting in the raven jostling the box causing the one potion to splatter across the workstation.

"Oh shit!" They hissed. The head healer thankfully didn't see what happened and they flicked their wands to clean up the mess. The raven haired witch nearly ran from the room with the rest of the potions meant for disposal as her brown haired friend frantically finished bottling not realizing that some of the vials were tainted with droplets of the spilled potion.

Everything was finished and packed away, but unbeknownst to anyone a pack of tainted potions was sent to Hogwarts ...

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Ron frowned as he and Harry walked towards the Great Hall for dinner, "Hermione is ticked at us for some reason."

"Yeah, but I don't know why. I would think she'd be happy that our potion scores are up." Harry sighed as he was trying to sort out his friend's feelings. "You don't think she believes we kept the 'Half Blood Prince's' journal, do you?"

"Why? We told her we gave it back and we did. I was there when you handed it to Snape the same day you found it ... the git didn't have to look so shocked that you'd hand over someone's belongings." Ron grumbled.

Harry shrugged, "Yeah ... I wonder if Snape found out who the book belongs to. I would love to thank them for writing their notes out in a way that actually made potions easy to understand." Harry chuckled as he followed his red haired friend.

The redhead glance around to see if anyone was listening before leaning up to Harry's ear and whispering, "Actually, mate ... could she be mad about those things we don't tell her because she'll disapprove? You know, your grimoire, the training in that room or those theories we have on Dumbledick." The red head scowled as he spat out the butchered form of the headmaster's name. The Weasley family has come to the realization over the last few years that Dumbledore did not have Harry's best interest at heart and have been taking measures every summer to help him every summer he's forced to stay with those things that can barely be called human known as the Dursleys ...

The Potter frowned and thought for a moment. Hermione always made it clear that she disapproves of many things. She didn't want Harry doing things not authorized by Dumbles, the very wizard he didn't trust and she would tell on him, which is why they stayed quiet until Hermione grew out of it. "I don't usually write in my grimoire when people are around. Most people just think it's a normal journal or homework save for you and Neville ... she just loves teachers too much to even consider that Dumbles is capable of any wrongdoing or that we would think otherwise ... and the ghosts are positive that no one has followed me to that room."

"Then what's her deal?" Ron groaned and rubbed his head as if he was fighting a headache. "I give up ... I'll ask Ginny to see what the problem is. So it's almost Christmas break, ready to come over tomorrow?"